Never Forget

Never Forget

A Story by A. Star

When you talk to them, you stutter, or say things backwards, your heart and mind moving faster than your lips.



When you see them smile, you just can't help but smile back, despite feeling dizzy.



When just glancing into their eyes makes your heart beat faster.



When you can't dream without them making even the smallest appearance.



When you rehearse conversations you want to have the next time you're together.



When the word butterflies is an understatement of what your stomach is truly doing.




I am an acrobat, flying through the air, knowing the danger of what I'm doing yet still loving it, loving the thrill and the risk and hoping I don't fall. Hoping that if I do fall, they'll catch me, and save me from myself.




I am a leaf, no longer connected to the ground or stable but loose, floating in the air, brushing against the green grass, hoping that even though my freedom means my life will be short lived it will be worth it.






I am a girl, afraid of being broken but not willing to live without taking chances. I fear the shattering pain of heart break, but I yearn for the freedom of walking on air, lifted by the butterflies in my stomach. Hoping that the encompassing fear of rejection will melt away, and that the experience that will come will be worth is.




The world is spinning around but I just want to stay still, to take a moment and decide what I want.




I want something I'll never forget.

 

© 2008 A. Star


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I feel this could have been written from my own soul I connected to it so much. The metaphors you use are truly astounding and beautiful. They aren't just random things thrown into this poem. They are thought out and perfect. This poem is gorgeous and one of my favorite pieces that I have read on this site. Lovely, lovely writing.

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